Spinach and champagne. Going back to the kitchens at the old Waldorf. Dancing on the kitchen tables, wearing the chef's headgear. Finally, a crash and being escorted out by the house detectives.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

["The Sun Also Rises" is about] bullfighting, bullslinging and bullsh[*]t.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

Scott-there's nothing in the world I want but you-and your precious love. All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live in a sordid, colorless existence-because you'd soon love less-and less-and I'd do anything-anything-to keep your heart for my own-I don't want to live-I want to love first and live incidentally.

Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.

Nobody has ever been able to experience what they have thoroughly understood - or understand what they have experienced until they have achieved a detachment that renders them incapable of repeating the experience.